How would Young Master Lin know that Third Young Master Xi directly found a secretary from the secretary’s office, whose sole job every day was to dial his cell phone? If it connected, she would imdiately hand the phone over; if not, she’d keep calling until it did.
Each morning, the first task Xi Shaoqi assigned the secretary’s office was to send soone in to make a call.
After days of training, the secretary’s office had beco unflappable, even setting up a work schedule wherein soone went into the office each day to make the call.
This day, it was the turn of a new intern who had just joined the secretary’s office.
The little intern, not knowing any better, fancied herself the most youthful and charming of the lot. As soon as she entered the office, she began fluttering her eyes at the handso man behind the desk, only to be promptly thrown out by Third Young Master Xi, out of both the office and the company.
After throwing her out, he finally felt his anger subside a bit.
At that mont, he especially missed An Nan. Last ti, she had agreed to have dinner with him, but he hadn’t seen her since. He decided to try inviting her out for dinner that evening.
He called, and after several rings without an answer, Xi Shaoqi stubbornly continued dialing—once, twice, three tis...
Still no answer.
He threw his phone on the desk in exasperation, grumbling: "What on earth is little Nannan doing, why is no one ever answering the phone?"
Just as Xi Shaoqi was lost in thought, his phone rang. He picked it up excitedly, only to be disappointed again as the caller wasn’t who he was hoping for.
He thought about just hanging up imdiately, but considered the caller might need sothing from him, so he answered: "Zuo Erhuo, let tell you, you’d better have sothing important, or next ti I see you, I’ll kick you to death."
Zuo Erhuo’s real na was Zuo Qingfeng. He had grown up with Xi Shaoqi and Lin Mubai and was the second son of the Zuo Family. Ever since they were little, Xi Shaoqi and the others had called him Zuo Er, and over ti, soone started calling him Zuo Erhuo. That nickna just stuck over the years.
No matter how many tis Zuo Qingfeng protested, his group of troublemaking friends still self-assuredly called him that. Eventually, he got tired of protesting and simply went along with it.
Zuo Qingfeng’s cheerful voice ca through the phone: "Third Young Master, let’s hang out tonight. It’s been ages since we’ve had a drink together."
"Who else?" Of course, it wouldn’t be just the two of them drinking.
"Zhao Tianchen, Yu Wenhao, Huo Boxuan, and you. You should also notify Young Master Lin and that punk Xia Yang. That’s about everyone," Zuo Qingfeng rattled off several familiar nas.
After considering it, Xi Shaoqi decided to go out for so fun that night and readily agreed to the person on the other end of the line: "Alright then, see you tonight. I’ll contact Xia Yang, should be fine, but as for Young Master Lin, you know how it is. I’ll let him know, but whether he cos or not, I have no clue."
"Great, just notify him. See you tonight."
"See you tonight."
After hanging up, Xi Shaoqi didn’t call Young Master Lin, rely sent a text about the party that evening and its location. The ssage was clear: it’s up to you if you want to co or not. If you didn’t see it, you can’t bla . If criticized for not calling, he had the perfect excuse: "It’s not my fault your phone’s always off, Young Master Lin."
After finishing his work, Xi Shaoqi happily went off to join the evening’s gathering with friends.
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